Besedila: Diddy-Dirty Money. Last Train To Paris. Ass On The Floor.

When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor

Them haters can't tell you nothin'
Them haters can't tell me nothin'
Them haters can't tell you nothin'
No

When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor

Them haters can't tell you nothin'
Them haters can't tell me nothin'
Them haters can't tell you nothin'
No

You're the love of my life
But you hurt my heart twice
Now I'm drunker than a motherfucker
Tryin' to find my way back to your heart, you motherfucker

So I know there's a price
When you're running all night
And you're drunker than a motherfucker
Tryin' to find your way back to the love, you motherfucker

Baby, you know just what to do
I know you know the truth
And we will never lose
There's no need, there's no use

I give my soul to you
(When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor)
(When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor)
(When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor)
I give my soul to you
(Them haters can't tell you nothin')
(Them haters can't tell me nothin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Them haters can't tell you nothin')
(No)

Did you make me cry
Don't you hurt, hurt my pride
Got me madder than a motherfucker
Tryin' to fight my way back to your heart, you motherfucker

Your achin' my brain
In your arms, I feel safe
Shit, deep down I always loved ya
Tryin' to find my way back to your heart, you motherfucker

Baby, you know just what to do
I know you know the truth
And we will never lose
There's no need, there's no use

I give my soul to you
(When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor)
(When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor)
(When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor)
I give my soul to you
(I gave you everything)
(Them haters can't tell you nothin')
(Them haters can't tell me nothin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yo, turn me up, I want to make sure she can hear me)
(Them haters can't tell you nothin')
(No)
(Listen to me)

That love's gonna get you, motherfucker
Smoke weed, listenin' to Sade
I left my pain in Paris
Why can't you see shit my way?

You on that lonely highway
My car still on that driveway
Feels like I'm dying slowly
Feels like what more can I say?

I made you face your fears
I think we could've made it
Thought I told you I loved you
Maybe we should've waited

How could you ever doubt me
When I stood by you proudly?
I would've gave my last breath
Now you can't breathe without me

Oh, when your in the cold, yeah
All you think about is your baby
Oh, when your in the cold, yeah
All you think about is your baby

Baby, I want you to need me, I need you
To want me, I want you to love me forever
Baby, I want you, I need you to love me
I love you, I need you to want me forever

When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor

Them haters can't tell you nothin'
Them haters can't tell me nothin'
Them haters can't tell you nothin'
No